Don couldn't get the furnace running Saturday, so we knew it would be cold this morning. Indeed it was. The outdoor temp was 30 degrees, cold enough to freeze the hummingbird food.
It was 50 indoors. Cold enough to want to have a fire. We got lucky. Chris called early to check on us, and when Don told him he couldn't get the furnace going, Chris suggested he tap on the gas valve. Sure enough. That's all it took. The furnace was on its way, and the cabin was going to be cozy before we knew it.
What would a Sunday at the cabin be like without breakfast at Frankie's? We did not know they were having a Mother's Day brunch, but that was ok. The food was delicious and quite varied - beans, eggs with or without chile, blueberry pancakes with blueberry sauce, ham, sausage, enchiladas, eggs benedict, fruit, potatoes, and toast. I didn't have all of that, nor did Don, but we saw some people with some pretty stacked plates of food!
The rest of the day was rather calm - Facetiming with Caleb, Kenneth, and Melinda; talking to Di; visiting with the Leys; and strolling up the canyon. What could be better?
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